[ It's as Steve's making his way down the first floor corridor toward the entrance hall (he'd been planning on going for a run) that he hears an all-too familiar voice. Barton's always been the kind to narrate what's going on around him if he doesn't have anyone else to talk to, and that sarcastic tone is something Steve hadn't realized he'd missed.
He speeds up his pace into the large entryway to find that he hadn't just been hearing things. Clint's been here before, but it was a while back, which means that any chance of him remembering any of that is slim to none.
The urge to mutter something about language is a little tempting, but Steve figures that he gets enough hell from the team without making it worse. ]
I wish it was a joke. [ He calls out as he steps over to where Barton's standing in the middle of the room. ] But if it is, it's not a very good one.
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He speeds up his pace into the large entryway to find that he hadn't just been hearing things. Clint's been here before, but it was a while back, which means that any chance of him remembering any of that is slim to none.
The urge to mutter something about language is a little tempting, but Steve figures that he gets enough hell from the team without making it worse. ]
I wish it was a joke. [ He calls out as he steps over to where Barton's standing in the middle of the room. ] But if it is, it's not a very good one.